Berkley spun around with a pink and red drink in his hand, holding it out to her. “Don’t spoil her fun!” “Pretty.” She grabbed at the frosty, sweet concoction with the stem from the cherry sticking out between her lips. I plucked it out of her reach and slammed it into his chest. The frozen blended mixture sloshed out onto his shirt. “Come on, man,” he grumbled, wiping at the mess. “Let’s not send her to the hospital on the first night she starts drinking.”
